Thursday, April 7, 2005

These April days are like checkerboards--sunwarm, grayrain. Today the chill returns, and a steady rain all morning, lifting now. I sold seven books overnight. In three weeks of selling we are almost one-quarter of the way to a June U-Haul to Carolina. I don't expect sales to keep this pace, though, and will make up ads for the local paper to dispose of items, unneeded antiques, picnic table, and so on, and if I sell enough things we'll be in clover. I'm not juggling fast enough, though. They shut off my phone and email account last night because I paid my car mechanic instead. It's all right. I have this second line for a while longer, and a friend's account to dial into, and my paycheck is due today. All will be put right tomorrow. My pledge to Accomplish One Difficult Task Every Day--Just One!--has fallen by the way. And so I must Accomplish Four Difficult Tasks today: * Open and sign and mail my prepared taxes, which came in the mail two days ago. * Phone the Mama Llama people and ask them where I should divert her dowry--the eight bales they brought before they decided against bringing her here. * Phone Frontiernet and argue with someone in New York about the bubble pak they insist they will send--since last July!--so that I may return their DSL modem and be reimbursed the $105 they extorted from me. >sigh< I hate this stuff. I won't do a fourth thing today. Worked all morning and now I have a big fat poem on the boards. I'm thinking of subjecting it to a form; it deserves it, if I can do so without torturing it beyond redemption. It's a tender thing, and I'll try to employ a light hand to guide it in its growth to assume a pleasing shape, rather than cut and bend it into a topiary. The water is good now. It must have been that leak in the greenhouse draining it off at a faster rate than the well could fill. So far the well yields one load of laundry, one shower, one sinkful of dishes, and several flushes every day without losing its prime. I would wish for a little more--two showers would be nice!--but I'm satisfied with what we have. Wind, and the sun just popping through. Good. And time now to do those Difficult Things. 10:17:54 AM    comment []